24 November 2010 Comments Off on thankful
19 November 2010 Comments Off on repose
12 November 2010 Comments Off on sunlight
8 November 2010 Comments Off on threads
Sometimes you pick up an object, and
there in your hand you feel its history.
You can see your grandmother’s hands –
with deeply ingrained wrinkles, yet somehow
smooth and soft –
holding that spool of thread. Choosing the color that
perfectly matched that one certain shade of fabric.
And those spools hold threads not just of cotton,
but the threads of generations that run
Just as you hold
that vintage camera whose shutter has
clicked hundreds of times. Capturing
scenes of our lives – not a perfect image,
but with that slight flaw –
the way life truly is. And to hold onto that thought,
that imperfect shot, is to connect with
everyone, everything that has
come before us.
7 November 2010 Comments Off on frosty morning
I’m still in awe over the change of seasons,
walking outside in the morning and seeing my breath.
Hearing the crunch of leaves underfoot,
made stronger by the hard frost appearing.
Pulling on coats and adding layer upon layer of clothing, and
seeing the first snowflakes appear.
The colors of the leaves against the blue sky shifting to
starkness of bare branches and overcast.
The other day I saw the bright white of seagulls
next to a cloud almost black with moisture –
And I knew winter is now slowly approaching.
1 November 2010 Comments Off on not quite the sea
Standing at the edge of the water,
our eyes searching the horizon –
the water flows forever.
Tormented and strong when grey,
waves thundering upon the shore
smoothing sand into a flattened surface
solid like a stone. Smashing and polishing
rock into small coins, velvety to touch.
Even in the calmest weather
the water is not still
yet it pacifies, that
rhythmic movement of wave over wave
in our not-quite-
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